Queen Eliza(#1 in Restoring Antesia)

Prologue

"You are beautiful. You are strong and wise. Every new day brings new chances, new thoughts, and new motivation. You are a fighter born at heart. Believe in yourself, and have faith in your abilities. Be somebody they said you couldn't be.You can do it."

Once upon a time a long time ago, my mother and father told me this. Two of the most wonderful people I have ever known. Not to sound cliche, but I couldn't think of anyone better to call my parents. These words of encouragement they gave me has always kept me strong all this time. I can't remember a time when remembering this phrase didn't help me keep moving. When I was down and ready to give up, I'd remember I am always strong even when I fall to the very bottom. I would know that I can do it no matter how hard. I know they are watching me from the beautiful sky above. Unfortunately soon after they told me this, I realized that life is hard and unrelentless. It's unfair to all man, woman, or child. It can be cruel to those who are kind and innocent, to those who aren't careful, or to those who don't watch. It bites hard. It will eat you whole only to throw you right back out. But I learned pretty quickly to always bite back harder, or I won't survive in the world I live in. It's the cruel truth, one I try as much as I can to forget. I would remember the simpler times. The times when I was happy. When my parents were around, nothing was too hard. I had so much hope back then. I was always a ray of sunshine. But that all went away so quickly. I have not seen happiness in such a long time, not since my parents died. I changed so much. I don't smile anymore. I don't even remember what my smile looks like. It's actually pretty sad. Nowadays, smiling, at least to me, means you are letting your guard down, and where I live, letting your guard down can get you killed or worse. And trust me when I say, there are worse things than death. For years, I have been in hiding. I am always running. I can't stop for too long, or I'll leave behind a sliver of my existence. I would risk someone remember me. I am never am able to settle, or they may track me down and find me. I'm always watching my back because I can trust no one, but myself. My life isn't all rainbows and unicorns anymore. Once I dreamed that I would have that back one day, but what a foolish dream that was. It's a child's dream. Truth be told, most wouldn't survive a day in my shoes. But sometimes I do wonder about others. I wonder about the proud ones. Are they happy with their life? Is it all worth it? Do they appreciate all that they have? What if one day it all changes? What if it was all taken away from them? How would they react? Would they be able to survive the real world, the cruel world? I'll tell you this much. It's hard to have no one. I can't go crying to someone about my problems. I can't ask for help. I'm alone, and I can only trust myself. I'm cruel and mean just like everyone around me because I have to be. I'm never able to show my true self, or it could be the death of me. I was born different, and a lot of people don't like that. In this world, different is bad. People love normal. What does normal even mean? I really don't know. But I do know people crave it. They hate for people to be unique. It makes them nervous. They worry that uniqueness can cause mayhem. It may destroy the world that they so carefully created. So they do the only thing they know how, they destroy these things. If someone isn't like them, they try to fight back. There are people after me for what I've done and seen. They are after me because they know what I am capable of. Why is my life so difficult? Well let's just say I messed with the wrong people, extremely dangerous people. If I'm ever caught, they will make me face my worst fear. They will end the one thing I love the most. I must run and fight everyday of my life because if I don't, l will lose the one thing I still enjoy in my lonely life. Light.